Joad quickly glanced at the wound, then used a high-rank forbidden spell to erase all the entangled light elements around the little parrot's injury. That golden arrow embedded in the wound? He pulled it out without a second thought.
While the little parrot was helpless against the rare light element, in Joad's eyes, no element in this world posed the slightest threat to him. They were merely food for his high-rank forbidden spells.
After briefly cleaning the wound, Joad looked into his pocket with a conflicted expression. Resting there were several potions meant for recovery—expensive ones.
He had planned to sell them, but clearly, they could be put to much better use now.
Gritting his teeth, Joad pulled out one of the vials and poured the crystal-clear liquid onto the parrot's wound.
"You owe me one for this, don't forget it!"
He didn't care if the parrot heard him or not. He opened his palm and began spreading the potion evenly over the wound with practiced efficiency.
